Month: August 2019
Another planet lost in space
Acid rains – bullets burning
Felling Forests – chainsaws churning
Can we justify the greed
That’s killing off that vital seed.
Burning up the biosphere
Carbon footprint we were here
Falsely fanning fortune’s flames
Reaching far beyond the plains.
Plastic pollutants abound
Strangling the Orca’s sound
Sentenced by our selfishness
And utter lack of consciousness.
Soon the sun will have its say
For nature’s rules we did betray
Drift into darkness, not a trace
Another planet lost in space.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )
Dancing at the crossroads:
Allow those dreams within you burst
Be positive, let thoughts flow in
Place negativity in the bin
Confident in your ability
Give yourself some sense stability.
Life a perfect living thing
Embrace it now, let nature sing
There is nothing more empowering
Than to see your sureness flowering
It may be difficult at first
Allow those dreams within you burst
Ignore all doubts inside your head
Rip them up, forever shred.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )
Turning one
Turning one
Another birthday party
I heard the adults scream
Running, laughing, shouting
Clothes covered in ice cream.
Singing birthday jingles
Blowing out the candle
Eat another slice of cake
It’s more than I can handle.
A front room full of presents
Wendy houses, dolls and cars
I know that she is turning one
But I think it’s gone too far.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )
On the sea of life
Wild flowers on a summers day
Let us learn from recent history
I once met a couple oh so wise
So distant in their deep blue eyes
Upon their arms there was a stamp
Numbers from a concentration camp.
They spoke of torture and of pain
Crushed in pens on a cattle train
Stripped of all their dignity
A crime of viscous villainy.
Evil minds now still defend
Horror hard to comprehend
In their memory I shed a tear
As hate once more erupts I fear.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )
We all believe in different ways
We all believe in different ways.
When I was at school God was a man
Thought to bow to his command
Learned His many rules by rote
All my life to Him devote.
To me at times I was afraid
That I just would not make the grade
End up in the fires of hell
Forever in that dungeon dwell.
Now I see a different path
Forgiveness rather than the wrath
More a sense of inner peace
A place for tensions to release.
Encountered many who believe
In different ways they do receive
Perceive our Gods in different ways
With friendship as it’s cardinal phrase.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )